One might have a hard time describing the extravagance and beauty of a kingdom where magick has run wild with it's own imagination and that of those who live here. The paths were beaten well by footfall and trolley, and grasses gave way to the necessity of those who sought the mountain path.
The path wound it's way through cliffside and wood, up, and further up, until one could not see the port town and the sea they left behind. The trees here whispered amongst themselves as a refreshing breeze coursed through them, shaking limb and bough with a giddy sort of energy. Juniper, rosemary, and the heady mix of old fallen leaves decaying into a rich peat of a wealthy summer and generous rains.

Trees towered above the pathway


SSC, RP gone wild!